"Did I just hear this guy speak our language? How is that possible?" One of the beasts said in the bee language.
"If he's able to speak our language then it must mean that he's our long-awaited speaker." Another beast said.
"I doubt it, he looks too good to me. I doubt our Speaker would be someone as cool as him. Come on, we need someone cruel and wicked to take back our role in the beast world, this guy is too cool to do something like that."
But then, Kevin who had been listening to their conversation had suddenly butted in. "What do you mean I'm cool? I may look cool on the outside but I'm not in the inner mind." Kevin said and had for once forgotten that he was speaking the elf language and Max could hear him clearly.
"We'll see to that once I give you a piece of your cake." Max grinned while Kevin rolled his eyes before facing the bees that had been summoned by Max to fight him.
